ANGRY SEX WITH
~THE FIRELORD~
Context: Zuko has been away for weeks because of his duty. You tried being an understanding wife but your patience had it's limits especially because you were both living under the same roof yet you've seen the comet more than his face lately so you went to the room he was staying at to confront him about it.
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Zuko was in a terrible mood before the sun had even set. By the time he stormed out of the last meeting, his patience was already burned to ash.
Another advisor had questioned his judgment. Another general had pushed for aggressive action. Another noble had demanded something trivial as if it mattered more than the stability of the entire nation. The voices piled up, overlapping, suffocating. Each one expecting him to have the perfect answer, the perfect control. And it made him irritable. Sharp. Ready to snap at anything and anyone that moved.
A servant bowed as he passed
βMove,β the word came out harsher than intended, but he didnβt take it back.
Zuko kept walking, boots striking the floor harder than necessary, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His hands curled into fists at his sides, heat prickling under his skin like his firebending wanted an excuse to lash out.
He hated being Fire Lord when it meant losing himself piece by piece. By the time he reached his chambers, all he wanted was silence but as the door opened, he could already feel that the night was far from over.
Standing by the balcony, arms crossed, the night air brushing through her hair. Waiting.
Zuko exhaled slowly, already feeling something shift from irritation to something more complicated. βWhy are you here?β
A sharp, humorless chuckle escapes her lips. βAm I not allowed to share a bed with my husband?β
He shut the door a little too hard. βIβve had a long dayββ
βSo have I.β
Her voice cut clean through whatever patience he had left.
βExcept mine didnβt include ignoring my husband.β
Zukoβs temper flared instantly. βYou know I never intended to do that.β
βOf course you didn't.β she turned to face him, voice raised, all the pent up emotions finally exploding right then and there, βYou donβt eat with me, you don't sleep in our bedβyou avoid me like I'm sort of a plauge!"
βIβm running a nation!β he snapped, frustration finally breaking loose. βEverything depends on meββ
βAnd what about US?β Her voice cracked as she interrupt his statement. She understood all of that, sure but how long will she turn a blind eye to his negligence.
βDo we justβ¦ wait until you remember we exist?β
The anger didnβt leave him. It shifted. Twisted into something heavier.
Zuko dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal. βYou think I want this? You think I enjoy being pulled apart every day?β
βThen why does it feel like Iβm the easiest thing for you to let go of?β
The room went quiet, tension thick enough to choke on. He stopped pacing, staring at her like he didnβt know whether to argue or apologize.
The silence only gave her room to let out her anger more, "Aang manages to take care of Katara and he's ruling THE WORLD. Before all of your glory, you promiβ"
Before she could continue, his hand caught her waist, pushing her against the wall and silencing her with a deepened and forceful kiss.
She shoved at his chest. βLET GO OF ME. I AM NOβ" yet again, she was cut off by the same tactic.
The kiss was rough, heatedβweeks of distance, frustration, and unspoken longing spilling out all at once. She resisted for barely a heartbeat before giving inβgrabbing onto him just as fiercely, fingers clutching his robes like she couldnβt decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Maybe both.
His hands found the ribbon behind her dress, grounding himself in something real, something his. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him inhale sharply against her lips.
βYou donβt get to justβkiss me and fix everything,β she murmured, breath unsteady.
βJust shut up."
Zuko's voice was still angry, clearly still agitated and before she could mutter another comeback, he fell down to his knees, burying himself under her loosened dress and began his feast.
"Z-zuko..." She moans out, her hand covering her mouth in fears of giving in while the other held onto a near table, trying to keep her balance.
"S...stop...ahh..." Her words barely audible as he began to indulge deeper... harder than before. His tounge exploring her folds as if he'd never tasted her before.
It didn't take long before she gave inβreaching her climax. Her long moan echoing throughout the room loud enough for any unfortunate passerby that may wander through the halls.
Knowing that she was satisfied, he got up again, holding her back and grounding herβafraid that she might fall down with those shaking legs of her.
"Don't youβ" yet again, he didn't let her finish. He went in for another kiss, letting her taste herself as he finally loosened her dress enough for it to simply trail down her body.
βYouβre.... still an idiot,β she muttered. Breath barely there yet her anger clearly present.
Zuko let out a quiet breath yet he didn't speak. He simply took off his clothes, standing bare infront of herβstill pressed against the wall
"I won't say things that I might regret," he whispers against her ear, his breath hot as if steam was coming out of it. Before she could react, the Firelord bit down her neck, earning him a broken moan which he was satisfied with.
She tries to push him again, trying to remember his faults despite her clear enjoyment of the moment, "...this isn't how you redeem your honor"
He sighs heavily, brushing his hair back ck before his hand yet again found his way around her waistβnot rough, but firmβand the next second, her back was raised against the wall. Zuko caged her in, one hand braced her hips, the other still holding her waist. Heat radiated off him, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the way that actually felt good.
"Then tell me exactly how I can redeem my honor, my darling..." The Firelord whispers with that same growl, patience growing thin.
She could feel him in between her legsβhardened, throbbing and definitely ready to devour her yet she still refused to give in. After all, he did break his promise of never leaving her alone.
"Just... let me go." She was still breathless yet her tone as demanding as it could be. It irretated Zuko even more yet for some reason, it also turned him on.
The already irretable Firelord couldn't hold it in a second longer and finally snappedβhe inserted all of himself without warning, giving her a loud gasp. Being angry as he is, he didn't give her a moment to breath before continuing roughly. His pace was erraticβuncontrolled. It was as if he was making up for lost times.
Her back slid in rhythm to Zuko's thrusts. And so did her moans. Everytime he hit her walls, she screamed out his name in pleasure while digging her nails on her backβdeep enough to leave a scar and for everyone to see during his training.
It didn't take long for her to yet again reach her limit, shouting his name with broken curses as she did so. But even after her climax, Zuko's pace never dimmed. Instead, he went faster knowing that she was now heavily sensitive.
His wife tried to mutter words out of defiance but with her husband being persistent as he is, she could only moan out her feelings which gave him a sense of satisfaction.
Soon enough, Zuko was reaching his end too and he made sure she knew about it. His grip tightened around her, his breathing strained and becoming hotter against her skin and most notably, he went deeper inβwanting to secure that none of his heirs spill out.
As he hit her sweet spot, he finally released himself while biting her neck, making sure that it would remain for at least a week.
"F...fuck...you..." She mutters weakly, collapsing against the man's broad shoulders as small droplets of cum escaped through her.
"Still not done? Hah... neither am I."
Without even respite, he made her bend against the table she was holding onto before, ready to fuck the anger out of his beloved wife until she was satisfied.
